Quote from Forum Archives on December 10, 2000, 11:07 pm

Posted by: root <root@...>

I hurried into the local department store to grab a few last minute
Christmas gifts. I looked at all the people and grumbled to myself. I would
be in here forever and I just had so much to do. Christmas was beginning
to become such a drag. I wished that I could just sleep through Christmas.
But I hurried the best I could through all the people to the toy department.
Once again I kind of mumbled to myself at the prices of all these toys, and
wondered if the grandkids would even play with them.

I found myself in the doll aisle. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a
little boy about 5 holding a lovely doll. He kept touching her hair and he
held her so gently. I could not seem to help myself. I just kept looking
over at the little boy and wondered whom the doll was for. I watched him
turn to a woman and he called his aunt by name and said, "Are you sure I
don't have enough money?" She replied a bit impatiently, "You know that you
don't have enough money for it." The aunt told the little boy not to go
anywhere, that she had to go get some other things and would be back in a few
minutes, and then she left the aisle. The boy continued to hold the doll.
After a bit I asked the boy who the doll was for. He said, "It is the doll
my sister wanted so badly for Christmas.

She just knew that Santa would bring it". I told him that maybe Santa was
going to bring it. He said, "No, Santa can't go where my sister is, I have
to give the doll to my Momma to take to her". I asked him where his sister
was. He looked at me with the saddest eyes and said, "She has gone to be
with Jesus. My Daddy says that Momma is going to have to go be with her."
My heart nearly stopped beating. Then the boy looked at me again and said,
"I told my Daddy to tell Momma not to go yet. I told him to tell her to wait
till I got back from the store."

Then he asked me if I wanted to see his picture. I told him I would love to.
He pulled out some pictures he'd had taken at the front of the store.

He said, "I want my Momma to take this with her so she won't ever forget me.
I love my Momma so very much and I wish she did not have to leave me. But
Daddy says she will need to be with my sister." I saw that the little boy
had lowered his head and had grown so very quiet. While he was not looking I
reached into my purse and pulled out a handful of bills. I asked the little
boy, "Shall we count that money one more time?"

He grew excited and said, "Yes, I just know it has to be enough. "So I
slipped my money in with his and we began to count it. Of course it was
plenty for the doll. He softly said, "Thank you, Jesus, for giving me
enough money." Then the boy said, "I just asked Jesus to give me enough
money to buy this doll so Momma can take it with her to give to my
sister. And he heard my prayer. I wanted to ask him for enough to buy my
Momma a white rose, but I didn't ask him, but he gave me enough to buy the
doll and a rose for my Momma. She loves white roses so very, very much."

In a few minutes the aunt came back and I wheeled my cart away. I could not
keep from thinking about the little boy as I finished my shopping. In a
totally different spirit than when I had started. And I kept remembering a
story I had seen in the newspaper several days earlier about a drunk driver
hitting a car and killing a little girl and the Mother was in serious
condition. The family was deciding on whether to remove the life support.
Now surely this little boy did not belong with that story.

Two days later I read in the paper that the family had disconnected the life
support and the young woman had died. I could not forget the little boy and
just kept wondering if the two were somehow connected. Later that day, I
could not help myself and I went out and bought some white roses and took
them to the funeral home where the young mother was. There she was, holding
a lovely white rose, the beautiful doll, and the picture of the little boy
in the store.

I left there in tears, my life changed forever. The love that little boy had
for his little sister and his mother was overwhelming, and in a split second
a drunk driver had ripped the life of that little boy to pieces.

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